Persistence with payoff. And bubble wrap.

Bex:

Attempt # 1: Failure!
A tender little noob, vaguely remembering some task about taking a picture with a lot of strangers, I had Borchid take my picture in the crowd at the Dyke March. Why not?

Upon returning to the safety of my internet, I realized that the task specifically involves convincing. No nonconsensual photographing.

Okay.


. The green spec in the back is my hat.

.Attempt #2: Failure!
Weeks later, on a jumpin' Friday night in the Mission, a drunken crowd took interest in me as I was attempting to compulsively lable everything (failed). Ah ha! Photo op! Nice&Drunk tried to help, but though there were plenty of them, all willing, it was like herding cats to get them into the pic. Thus, I didn't achieve the quorum of 10.




I plod on.


And we arrive at the the Folsom Street Fair part of the story. In which Bex is dressed only in bubble wrap (A tight little package!) and her taskin' pearls. Yes, that's right. Boobies.



.Attempt #3: Failure!
An amazing troup of Luchadores! Yay!

Except... there were only 8 of them! Failure!

Attempt #4: Failure!
Even in the third largest tourist drawing event in California, with everyone (un)dressed to be seen, it is still surprisingly difficult to get 10 people to agree to stay in one place long enough to have their picture taken. (Though this crowd was more responsive to such directives as "Okay, now worship me.")


In this one, I convinced more than 10 people, but it was so crowded that they would not all fit in the picture. While we dilly-dallied with this difficulty, many of them lost interest and wandered off. Having a collaborator was key. Cat-herding is not a one-woman job. Hooray! بن arrives an the scene!

Attempt #5: Failure!
So close: 9 indiscreetly dressed men!



.Attempt #6: Success! (for Bex)
Persistence pays off and someone else agrees to join us!



But by the time بن gets someone else to hold the camera, the crowd has wandered off again.




.Attempt #7: Success! (for both!)
A crowd of bored burly men waiting for the bathroom are convinced.



They become very enthusiastic when I throw بن to them.



The poor boy may have lost some of his innocence in this experience. Though he definately gained some new moisture. Ewwww...

Attempt #8: Success # 3!
بن thought he'd take his revenge by throwing me to the lesbians, but was disappointed to discover that they were a well mostly a well-mannered lot. (Except for the punk crackhead lez and her crackhead crew who violently and repeatedly descended upon my bubbles, freziedly popping them amidst my genuine cries of "stop! no! don't! enough!")



.Attempt #9: Success #4!
A crowd of more normal individuals as the day begins to wind down, just for the heck of it.

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